The Friend

I have a friend, who is my friend,
But to be near her I tend;
Spring the season,
For no reason,
To her home, flowers I send.

But then I friend is just a friend,
And no romance I should intend;
But this not rating
For her waiting
Whole a lifetime, would I spend.

I her friend and she my friend,
To understand it I pretend,
But I just love her,
Love I cover,
It is still love in the end.